The Demon’s Bride

Orias's face paled again. Elise didn't know why exactly Ian was urging her grandfather and the situation in the room appeared tense again.

Instead of getting provoked, this time, Satan only smirked, the man had a very cold and evil smirk that would only put one on edge. Despite looking as a handsome man, it didn't help hiding the cruelty he wield inside him.

Elise spoke, "Do you know who might be the one having the book now?" It would be very helpful if they could pinpoint the location of the dark sorcerers Lord and stop his killing for good. While bringing back to life people might be good, Elise now knew there was loopholes. 

To bring back people alive there was needed one vital condition and it was for the person who was going to be brought back to life was a demon. Worse yet, no one can control who to resurrect and whoever came back alive was random.

Her worse fear was that the dark sorcerers bring one person from Hell they should have never.

"I can," Satan answered, his glare didn't leave Ian and like him Ian didn't cower. "I will be able to know the person soon. I have discovered the location and that left only hunting them."

"Taking some lazy walk, don't you? I know now why he called you turtle," Ian remarked with a faint chuckle. Currently, he wasn't being petty or rebellious by rebuking and remarking all the statement Satan said. All this time he didn't angered and provoke Satan solely for his amusement. It was a test. A test to see until where could they use their talking right. Some secrets are also easier to discover when the other person was consumed by anger.

Satan's eyes then went to see the grin on Ian's face and his stoic face hardened. Most people, demons, or angels feared Satan but not him. He looked at the King with his calm and collected gaze. It was fascinating to Satan to see someone other than Lucifer being brave against him but at the same time annoying.

"I am aware that you two came here not only for having my soup either," Satan spoke and his eyes that were staring at Elise seemed to be filled with a sudden mirth. "What do you want?"

Elise knew the question was directed to her. She didn't know whether it was great that Satan had come forward and asked her what she wanted. Does this mean she had the privilege to request him help? But then she wasn't completely sure how much could she wield that privilege. Satan was akin to a puzzle she first met but if one step wrong even if she was his granddaughter, it might cost her life.

Dying wasn't the problem now to Elise however. She tried to see the leverage of her offer, "Can you tell me who is the person holding the book now?"

"No," Satan said and while Elise was confused why he would reject the offer as it had been the simplest request she thought he would be able to grant, the King said, "I want your true request not that one which you make for the sale of others. I know that deep down there is one request you wanted," his eyes then fell on Ian, "About this man beside you, isn't it?"

Elise wasn't a fool, "If I asked you for help would you be able to help me? Without anything as a repayment or cost?"

Satan stared back at her before his lips tilting, "Now I see that you hold my blood. The answer is no."

Elise felt a sudden chill over his praise. Something was odd here, now that she thought about it. Satan seemed to be prepared on having them inside his mansion. He appeared to know something about her and want something from her. What was it?

"What is exactly the Demon's Bride?" Elise didn't see the harm to ask. Her eyes bravely met her grandfather's which was pressuring.

"Haven't you found out by now? It is a grand title of the granddaughter born of mine and an archangel. Since long before there had been a long legend. The legend spoke about a demon bride," Satan lifted his finger and drew a circle. In instance a scroll came before the, and Ian was the first to unroll the scroll, placing them horizontally across the table.

An aged drawing that seemed to be made a long time ago where the people appeared as sticks. 

"A Demon named Asmodeus created the scroll. He told me that this was the first ever foresight he had and the most vital one for Hell," said Satan, offering them to look by tipping his chin.

Elise read the scroll, which was titled The Demon's Bride. The words written on the scroll was as old as the drawing and worse it was ancient demon language that Elise couldn't read.

Satan stated, "It is said that soon in the future I would have a granddaughter. She would turn into the most powerful being over three realms where no one could ever defeat her but a tragedy will struck her. Because of her power she would kill her beloved husband."

Elise's brows scrunched to a deep frown, "But I wouldn't kill Ian. How do they know I will kill him?"

"Who knows? Maybe one day you would fight, one day one of you would turn greedy and one try to kill the other—"

"That's impossible," Elise was the one to speak against her grandfather and Ian watched her with his lips widening upon her immediate rejection. "There must be another reason as to why the Demon's Bride is defined to kill her groom."

"Why not possible? I have seen many cases and examples to show you, such as this," Satan snapped his finger and a bubble formed beside him, showing a man and a woman while the woman's head was skewered the man had been cut to pieces. Elise closed her eyes and heard Satan spoke, "This is one of the guests in my kingdom. One had killed her husband for he had disagreed with her opinion over a land and the other killed his wife in order to be with his mistress. You see love faded fast."

Ian chuckled at the point the King was trying to make. With his legs and hands crossed his brows were raised, "Is that what happened to you and Elise's grandmother?"

"No," answered Satan, his jaw ticked at Ian's question, "Love can also end in a blink of an eye."

Elise saw the bubbles then burst beside Satan. She gripped the spoon that she still held, placing it on the side as her eyes fell on the drawing of the scroll where there was a woman whose hand pierced through a person. It was the drawing of her who was predicted to kill Ian.

"Is there no way that this future could be avoided?" Elise questioned Satan, her grandfather. The man looked at her, his eyes judging and Elise noticed that he had been judging her the entire time as if he was measuring whether or not to do something. 

"There was only a few who managed to avoid Asmodeus's definition," Satan said and it brought Elise some hope only to be burst again as the King continued, "The person was envisioned to lose his daughters. In the end, he didn't lose his daughter but also his wives and himself. A good ending to himself I suppose."

As if cold water had been poured to her, Elise felt her heart dropped, "Do you know how to change the future?" All of a sudden Elise remembered Lucifer's words before he left where he said she should play well with his plan but what was his plan? She didn't know if she was doing the correct action.

"Is that your request?" Satan asked her as if giving her a choice which had never been there before.

"What do you want in return?" Ian added the question. 

Satan was unwilling to speak with the little vermin. He said, "I want you girl. I want you to continue my lineage."

"I'm sorry?" Elise asked, as if she didn't hear him well.

"I want you to become my heir, girl," Satan didn't mind repeating his words, "The next Queen of Hell, it would be you."

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